Robin:
Hey what you think about me
Think I must be just a loser
Hanging round in a tree
Well, I'm the boss in the moss
I'm the stig on the twig
You see a red bolt
You better run, see
I'll be Robbin', I'll be bobbin'
I'll be mother freakin' hobbin'
In the cobbin, I'll be knobbin'
Knocking on your door like a dobbin
Blue Tit:
Yeah, yeah Robin you be fly
You be cruisin in my big blue sky
But watch out
You don't get a stick in your eye
Cos I'm pullin out out my bazooka
Gonna shoot ya in the pig sty
Gonna cream ya, double dream ya
Gonna make me some red robin pie
You ain't getting out of the net I set
I'm gonna trap ya in the lap of the God's Say Ey!
Robin:
Yeah Blue Tit tittin' you be spittin'
Some dope rhymes, I see you try
But don't be pittin' yourself against the best
You know I'm blest, I'm the freakin' one and only
Robin red breast
Now what you wanna talk shit for
Acting like you're True Grit your
Out on a limb Blue Tit,
Just a Nip on a rose hip
You're a cold lip, But I'm some red hot shit
I'm gonna bee bop, beat drop
and sink you and your Blue Peter ship
Sure You think you're all that
Parading with your buddies
Round the one mile flat
But you be Mulberry bushing
You best be shushing in the hat
Drop your keys on the mat
You be leaving my territory
Like a little pussy cat
Blue Tit:
Now Robin you be Robbin
You be stealin' those things that don't belong
To ya bro,
You think you're my friend no!
Or that you can overthrow my reign
No, now go,
I'm the only king of the tree
It's my Blue zone territory
I wear the blue crown,
cos I'm real regal see
You're the false one
Like false teeth
You be chatting and prattling
Yap, yap yapping
Well little doggy
go bark up somebody else's tree
I'm the sayer, I'm player
I play tic tac toe
On your little Robin show
I'm the slayer, mine's the wolf's lair
if it's tit for tat, then take that Red Crow
Hey yeah
Robin:
Yo, yo, now you're in my way it ain't good
And only I do the Robbin in my neighbourhood
I'm the thief, I'm gonna rob, gonna lob and corn cob ya
Stick you on a spike, gonna kibbab you on the MIC
You be fryin' ,
you be cryin' in the fire of my rage
You talk like Blue thunder,
but I think you're a canary in a cage,
you be so yellow,
I could drop you on the brick road
when you say hello
I'm gonna sellotape your beak shut,
You dumb beech nut see?!
speak when you're spoken to only
This my freakin tree
